Chapter 702:

Coyle staggered as if struck, his face draining of color.

His heir—his only son—was destroyed.

It felt like the sky had cracked open and come crashing down.

Briley rushed to his side, catching his arm.

“Dad! Are you alright?”

But Coyle couldn’t answer. Words abandoned him. His lungs refused to draw breath.

There was only the crushing weight of devastation pressing on his chest.

Hours blurred into a sleepless night. At dawn, Sutton finally stirred.

His eyes fluttered open—and then he saw it.

What—where’s my leg?” His voice rose into a raw, animal scream. “No—no!

his son’s bedside, trembling, tears silently

don’t be afraid,” he choked out, gripping his son’s hand. “I’m here. And

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father’s arm,

It was Noah!” Sutton’s voice cracked with rage and disbelief. “That bastard—he’s not dead! He’s alive! He’s

slammed into Coyle like a punch to the chest, Patrick… was

cold. His mind

delirious—how could Patrick possibly be Noah? Have you completely

If it was true…

If Noah had survived…

knew what they had

entire family was

Coyle’s throat. He nearly

father like a man

saw his face! I know it was him! He came after

me! You have to get revenge for me!” Coyle stared

it. Call

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